Friday, September 30, 2005

A Beautiful Week


The Cyclo Boys at the Finish Line

If I'd taken my relationship with Vietnam to a counsellor they would have instructed the pair of us, to get away from it all and spend some quality time together.

This week, that is what I have been doing.

For the most part it's been chasing cyclos. But it's got me out of the office and given me a break from the grind.

I never fell out of love with Vietnam. I just stopped having the time to notice it. And so, last Thursday night I left Hanoi just as the sun was setting over the city and I headed to the airpot.

I overnighted in Saigon and then got the bus to Mui Ne - the next destination of the cyclo. There I met Hue and Son and assorted
KOTO kids who've made their way down south.

They too have prospered from taking a break from Hanoi. They looked happy, relaxed and content. While I was there I dipped briefly into their lives - whizzing about on beachside roads in the beautiful sunshine, eating fabulous fresh seafood and joining them for karaoke.

This seemed so much to me about what we train the kids for. To build not just a career but a life. They were really living in Mui Ne.

All too soon it was time to say goodbye and beat the cyclo down to Saigon. The plan was to help arrange the welcome party and whatever media we could drum up. So, in a city I didn't know, struggling with a language I bearly know, I whizzed about, once more on the back of a scooter. I found balloons, flower garlands, I designed and had made a banner in a back street printer.

And it all felt like adventure once more. And you could look at yourself from the outside and think - this is me doing this. When I was stuck in an office in the UK did I ever think I would live this life? And the smile comes again. The smile that follows the thought that: "I'm living in Vietnam".

So yesterday was the big day. After 1,700km our heroes on the cyclo, raising money for KOTO arrived in Saigon. I arrived at Saigon Children's Charity weighed down with ballons, the banner and the garlands of flowers.

I interrupted lessons as a mob of beautiful kids joined me in blowing up balloons and decorating their school with them. And there's me in the middle of it, sticking out like the sorest of thumbs - this big tay lump with the shaved head - grinning like an idiot.

And so to the moment the guys arrived, with a guard of honor of their cyclo brethren. To be met by the kids holding the banner, shouting in unison "HALLO! CYCLO MEN" before breaking into cheers.

And it was beautiful. We dealt with press, we played with the kids, we did some photos and all too soon it was over. The cyclo guys departed as I was saying my thank-yous and when I finally left it was school's out time.

Up to my elbows in kids I stumbled down the alleyway to the main road to catch a motorbike back. Every inch was followed by another "Hallo" and another grinning face.

All of this. This is it. This is why I love to be in Vietnam. So to repeat it one more time...

I LOVE VIETNAM.

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Monday, September 12, 2005

Visiting Vietnam? Read this.



My parents are coming soon, well, it’s a while away (early November) but I’m looking forward to it.

And I’ve been kind of going over some information in my mind as to what they should know. As I have said before people either "get" Vietnam or they don't. And I want them to get it so badly.

After a year here I’m not claiming to know everything. And I’ve drawn my own conclusions that others may disagree with. But anyway, here’s my letter to people coming to Vietnam.


Dear Traveller,

The first thing you have to realise is – nothing is what it seems.

No one has sex outside of marriage here apparently. Yet the teenage abortion rate is horrifically high. Everyone seemingly has a mobile phone and a motorbike but the average wage is a dollar a day.

Befriend a local and they will spend their last few cents on a meal for you. They will refuse to take anything towards the cost (and you probably shouldn’t offer) and they will be genuinely honoured to eat with you. You can make a friend for life in seconds. At the same time, if someone collapses in the street, people will walk by. Or worse, stop to stare but do nothing.

As a foreigner the Police will leave you alone. They know you bring money into this country. But that works both ways too. They may not help you when you need them either.

Everywhere is manic with activity yet strangely serene. Eventually your ears will filter out the noise and you’ll fall in step with the traffic. You’ll wonder why it seemed so scary when you first arrived.

I understand that when you think of Vietnam the chances are your first thought is of the American War (that’s what it’s called in these parts – and what else would they call it if you think about it for a second). By all means go to the museums, the tunnels and the rest if that is your thing. But Vietnam is much much more than that.

Seventy percent of the population were born after the war. And the American war was a blip in amongst centuries of other wars. In my experience Vietnamese tend to look forward rather than back – understand the horrors of that war. Put it in context and move on. Vietnam has.

Don’t get too tied down with that communism thing. Vietnam is communist in name only. In terms of the likes of education and healthcare the capitalist country you left is likely to provide more for its people. As for freedom, well don’t expect criticism of the government in the newspapers (or on this weblog for that matter) but you don’t suffer a nanny state here either.

And yes.. the opening up to commerce has helped Vietnam prosper. But don’t forget this is on the back of a rare 30 years of peace. I would guess that this is the most significant factor in the upswing.

Don’t worry about your personal safety. Or at least don’t panic about it. Vietnam is probably the safest place you will visit. But don’t be stupid. Hanoi isn’t too bad but by all account bag snatching is on the rise in Saigon. Just keep things close to you. Honestly money belts are not needed. Stick you wallet in your pocket, like you do at home.

People will rip you off sometimes. They need the money. But that doesn’t mean that people will ALWAYS rip you off. Sometimes the price they say is THE price. There is no need for haggling. Other times you can haggle and haggle to get a couple of cents knocked off. Why bother?

Find out what things cost. Don’t accept the rip off price but accept the reasonable price. And while we’re at it, westerners don’t always pay more than locals (transport aside). That’s a myth.

And yes people are poor here. Ignore the TV shops, the motorbikes, the cars etc. It’s for a (growing) select few. Most people still live in a one room home and sleep on the floor. Remember that.

Learn a couple of words of Vietnamese. Hello and thank-you will do it. It’ll make people smile at the very least. Smiling is important here. Smile when you’re haggling, smile when you’re arguing, smile when you’re asking for your money back. People will appreciate it and actually it’s a nicer way to live. If you’re being over charged make an “oh my god” face, but do it half smiling. They’ll realise they’ve been sussed but they’ll smile back in a “I’ve been caught” way and most likely offer you’re the real price.

Relax…they can smell nervous tourists and it’s like a red rag to a bull. At least pretend you know what you’re doing without being arrogant.

Learn to enjoy it even when things go wrong. They will go wrong. Vietnam is slapstick and bizarre and that is why so many of us love it. Vietnamese people know their country is bizarre. Get stuck in a traffic jam in a taxi and the driver will turn to you laughing, shrug and say: “Vietnam”. As if that is the reason for the madness. Remember, each cock-up is another experience and another good traveller’s tale. Learn to laugh at the problems and live with it.

Oh and they will call you fat. They will ask how much you weigh, how old you are, how much you earn, how much your camera cost. Compared to them you probably are fat – and answer the questions truthfully – who cares?

As Michael Caine says in The Quiet American: “"They say, whatever you are looking for, you can find here.".

It’s true. On every level from beautiful beaches to amazing cities. From boiled dog to bangers and mash. From street food to the Sheraton. How much you submerge yourself in Vietnam is up to you. Eat at street stalls if you enjoy the experience but you don’t have to. Don’t feel guilty if you only eat in top restaurants. Your dollars will still pay for a wage here. Likewise don’t think you understand Vietnam and its people just because you’ve sat on plastic stools and eaten noodle soup.

And there is a seedy underside, and there are drugs, and there is corruption and prostitution. But where doesn’t have these?

There is no where else like Vietnam. People who have been here longer than me, have told me that only five years ago it was all bicycles on the road. Now it’s mostly motorbikes but more and more cars are starting to appear. Vietnam is changing. And although I wish I had seen it then – now is also fascinating. The change is here but McDonalds and Starbucks haven’t arrived yet. Nothing is ruined. Not yet.

You should realise that people either love or hate Vietnam. It is that type of place. But if you at least try to love it then it is more likely to work for you. Come here already smiling and with an open mind and it will be okay. Start to lose your temper over the traffic, the service, the roads or the food and it will only get worse. Nothing works here if you stop smiling.

My final piece of advice is: play the idiot.

Play the big western lump. Catch their eye when they’re laughing at you (you are funny) and laugh with them. Pull a face at the kids.

Leave your ego and impatience behind and it’ll work out just fine.

Sunday, September 04, 2005

Three Wheels Good

DISCLAIMER: DON'T EXPECT TOO MANY UPDATES ON HERE FOR A WHILE. ALL MY BLOGGING EFFORT IS GOING TO WWW.EXTREMECHARITY.INFO. A BLOG OUTLINING TWO GUYS' ATTEMPT TO CYCLE FROM HANOI TO SAIGON. IT IS UPDATING EVERYDAY. PLEASE LINK IT. FORWARD IT TO YOUR FRIENDS AND KEEP CHECKING BACK.


The send off of the cyclo heroes from outside of KOTO at 5am.

Things are good right now. Good despite the fact I had something of a meltdown on Tuesday. Nothing too serious once I "went for a quiet coffee" with a colleague and blew off a little steam.

That happens to me a lot here. Massive ups and downs. I tend towards that anyway but here it seems to be so much more pronounced. I remember VSO pre-departure training telling me to expect it - something about losing your "emotional support structure". In short - you're on your own here far more than you might be back home.

But like I said, life is good. Good despite this probably being the longest slog of hard work I have had since I got here. At varying times there has been some support in the marketing/fundraising side of things but we're currently between volunteers for the marketing post.

But, I seem to be somehow tuning my role into me. It's strange, blogging, something that I have really enjoyed the past two years, is now becoming part of my job. That makes me happy. Just as I enjoy designing flyers and doing newsletters. I seem to be learning and evolving in my role and personally. It feels good.

Anyway..my time seems to be taken up with the guys from Extreme Charity right now. Every evening I am getting a report from the road and I'm interviewing them over the phone and updating the website. I have the horrors of the boys' Mums and Dads furiously pressing refresh desparate to know if their sons are safe. So, I feel compelled to update it as soon as I get their info.

Too knackered to add anything to that right now. But please, check out the website above, as I said link it, forward it and..if you can..donate. If you have been reading this blog for a while and have toyed with making a donation then now is the time to do it. If you donate via www.extremecharity.info then your money is doubled. For the time being at least, this is THE way to donate to KOTO.

Thanks all. I'm off to bed. Night.